Godard The Director lyrics

You're ballistic with persona like petrol It's my chronicle take Be Vietnam to my pseudo-intellectual I'm America's fake Life a gas! Go slap Donda A haiku in belief spelled prosper Cunning vixen, your opera Girl, I love your play! Famous as a thief in costume Wild strawberries, Godard in a monsoon Should all close shallow focus on you Girl, I shot your face Good lord, break your bones Even Stevens in the sitting room Got my day consumed But I dropped it all Just to see you move in ballet shoes Hey, you went to drama school Your bitchy mates were rude That's what bitchy mates do I just hope that you get famous So this pain is tax-deductible Let me go paint the portrait And for your ego to be the stunt double Life a gas! Go slap Donda A haiku in belief spelled prosper Cunning vixen, your opera Girl, I love your play! Famous as a thief in costume Wild strawberries, Godard in a monsoon Should all close shallow focus on you Girl, I shot your face